The mood of the prefect Liao Qingge can be said to have gone through a lot of ups and downs.
Before hearing the sound of drums, he was admiring the moon with Gao Yaochen. Gao Yaochen was only in the sixth rank now, which was a whole rank lower than the prefect. Logically speaking, there was no need to be diligent.
It's just that Gao Yaochen was a top-notch scholar and a world-famous Confucian. He was already at the third rank, but he was demoted to the sixth rank after being convicted for admonishing him. He was not a lowly official.
Moreover, Liao Qingge himself was an honest official and hated forming cliques for personal gain. He regarded him as a role model and a senior. How could he dare to treat Gao Yaochen as an official?
Besides, Liao Qingge was not a fool. He had vaguely heard that Gao Yaochen had a good background, and he did not want to offend him out of thin air, so he kept chatting with him.
"Scientific examinations have always been held in the spring and autumn, but the epidemic is most likely to spread in spring and summer. Our government has sent people to purchase honeysuckle, cook pots, make soup, and provide rabbit fees to the students taking the examination to avoid accidents."
"Although I don't host the provincial examination, I still have to do my best." Just as he was talking about Qiu Wei, the sound of drums coming from outside suddenly surprised Liao Qingge.
This is the first day of autumn. Could something have happened?
If you dare to beat the drum at this time, it may be a major case that makes the people intolerable, or it may be related to imperial examination fraud.
No matter which one it is, it's not a good thing.
Mr. Liao Qing subconsciously looked at Gao Yaochen, and sure enough he saw Gao Yaochen's face changed.
"This is interesting. Could it be that someone reported fraud?" Gao Yaochen glanced at Liao Qingge indifferently, smiled and said, "I have been an official in Beijing and have no place to work. Now that I am here, why not gain some experience and see who Mr. Liao is?" How to go to court to try a case."
Can Liao Qingge refuse? Of course not!
I could only wipe the sweat from my forehead and say, "Master Gao, please."
Then he lowered his face and walked towards the lobby.
As the two squads of government officials lined up, Liao Qingge reached the middle position. He thought of the person who came with him and immediately looked towards him.
Gao Yaochen shook his head. Someone in Tsing Yi moved a chair to one side and sat down squarely.
Seeing this, Liao Qingge sat down in the middle, then slapped the hall and shouted: "Who is kneeling below, and why are you beating the drum?"
"Baizan Tan Youshan, an official from Linhua County, came to play drums. He has a great grievance. It is related to the murder of my son by Ding Ruili and Su Ziji, the students who came to take the Qiuwei examination. Please make the decision for me, sir." !
"This is a despicable accusation!"
Many people don’t understand that when it comes to appealing, the petition is very important. If there is no petition or the petition is unqualified, it will basically not be accepted. But of course Tan Youshan knew it and wrote it clearly.
Liao Qingge didn't know anything about the prince's bloodline, so he slapped the wood and said, "You are just a county official, suing the students Ding Ruili and Su Ziji?"
"Did you know that today is Qiu Wei, and these two people are scholars taking part in the imperial examination. You are suing at this time for disturbing the Qiu Wei. According to Dazheng law, you need to get thirty big votes before you can be tried again? "
This is also a reminder, not just a threat.
Tan Youshan seems to be quite young. If he hits the 30-year-old board, he will lose half his life even if he is not dead.
Disputes over trivial matters are really not worth it.
Tan Youshan, who was kneeling below, kowtowed: "Su Ziji killed my only son. I am willing to suffer thirty punishments. I just ask you to investigate!"
"Okay, since you insist, submit it!"
"Yes!" the squad leader agreed, and went to Tan Youshan, took the paper, and presented it to Liao Qingge with both hands. He didn't look at it for now, but looked to the left and right and shouted: "Here comes someone!"
Several officers came out and responded.
"Pull him down and hit thirty boards first!"
"yes!"
This group of people immediately dragged Tan Youshan down. After a while, the sound of beating meat and muffled groans came from outside. Even so, Tan Youshan did not regret it.
Liao Qingge then lit the candle, looked at the petition carefully, coughed slightly, and handed the petition to Gao Yaochen.
"Su Ziji?"
If this just made Liao Qingge angry and felt that the person playing the drum was ignorant, then Gao Yaochen had a look of horror on his face, feeling that there were nails underneath, and he was quite restless.
This is a murder case related to Su Ziji, and it is also related to monsters and ghosts. It would be fine if Su Ziji is not of the prince's blood. If so, how will this matter end?
Gao Yaochen took the complaint and looked at it carefully. The silence in the courtroom made the sound of typing outside become clearer.
After thirty blows, two guards dragged Tan Youshan in by his arms. He was still conscious, but could no longer stand up. This showed that the thirty blows were heavy.
"You just said that Linhua County Health Officer Su Ziji killed your son. Do you have any evidence?"
"Your Excellency, I have a letter left by my son Tan An, as well as the testimonies and dates of several witnesses."
"Send it up."
A police officer walked over and handed all the letters and testimonies that Tan Youshan took out from his arms to Liao Qingge's hands.
Liao Qingge took a look and slowly frowned. It was indeed his husband's family. Although this chain of evidence may not be ironclad, it is still sufficient. However, this time is not the time to investigate!
Tan Youshan was the husband, and he knew at a glance that the heat was not enough. He gritted his teeth, raised his head and said, "The servant once heard my son mention that Ding Ruili was very jealous of Su Ziji, so he ordered his son to have his legs broken, or Disfigure his appearance to eliminate his path to the imperial examination."
"Ding Ruili was the son of Tongzhi. He couldn't resist. He was confused for a while and made an appointment with Su Ziji. As a result, he was killed by him and his body was buried in a dry well."
"The whereabouts of my son, Ding Ruili, and Su Ziji were all at the same place at that time, which is really suspicious."
"Not only that, my son also said that when he was ordered to follow Su Ziji, he accidentally discovered that Su Ziji had committed fraud in Gongyuan in advance. If you don't believe it, send someone to search!"
Liao Qingge's surprise was not a trivial matter. The murder matter could actually be postponed, but the fraud matter was related to the imperial talent promotion ceremony. Once something happened, no one could escape. His expression changed immediately: "Don't talk nonsense and bite randomly. , for such a big matter, if you make a false accusation, not thirty big boards can offset it!"
Tan Youshan kowtowed loudly, his scalp was bleeding, and he responded loudly: "I understand, if I accuse you, I am willing to pay with my life!"
Suddenly, the entire hall fell into silence. You could even see a pin drop on the ground. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but stare at the livid-faced prefect above, waiting for his decision.
"Although I do not preside over the provincial examination, I still have the duty of supervision. Okay, I will go with you to see the school inspector!" It doesn't matter if you don't know about this matter. If you know it and don't report it, it is also a serious crime.
For a long time, Liao Qingge, who had no way out, hesitated several times, but finally his headstrong and honest temper prevailed, and he said coldly to the man kneeling below: "If you grab and bite randomly, you will be killed on the spot!"
After saying this, Gao Yaochen, who was listening on the side, could no longer bear it and stood up: "Master Liao, this is not appropriate. Once the camp gate is closed, it is difficult for ten thousand people to open it. A mere subordinate made a false accusation without any evidence. Go and open the door to the provincial examination? I’m afraid even you, my lord, can’t bear the responsibility.”
